Sacha. Hayley.
Fifteen. Jonas is the sex.
Brendon Urie turns me on.
I can be such a poet at times.
DESIRES
A fucking Gibson SG Standard.
An exact replica of Nicholas Jerry Jonas. [I accept the actual person too.]
A voice like Demi Lovato's.
My ten cent coin I dropped in the drain.
I am going through a fuckabulary phase. I think I've used the word more than hundred times today, must be my newest record. Way past beyond amazing if you ask me.
It's amazing how much we've grown apart, almost like we're two separate individuals now. From soulmates, to lovers, attached, best friends, buddies and finally to strangers. I know nothing about you, I refuse to acknowledge what you have become. It's not you, it's all fake, it's all pretend, it's all a front you put up to prevent anyone breaking you again. Now, I'm done believing you. You promised forever, I was counting on forever.
Boy, your forever sure lasted an eternity short.
Too many broken promises, too many trail of tears, too many times you were left cold, for so many years. Too many times you walked away and was made to feel ashamed. And though you tried to give, you were often blamed. Fuck, I want to pee after all this ranting.